Vampire Moon (36 page)

 
      
 
I next checked on the packets of Blue Ice that I had stashed in my mini-fridge’s mini-freezer an hour or so earlier. The packets were hard as a rock. Good. I placed one under the bottle of blood, one each on either side, and finally one on top. I closed the Styrofoam container, taped it shut, and placed the whole thing in a small cardboard box. I next went online and found the lab’s address in D.C. Once done, I placed an order for UPS to swing by the hotel tomorrow morning for a same-day delivery. The same-day delivery was going to cost me $114. I shot off an email to my friend in D.C., telling him to expect a super-sensitive package from yours truly. I ended my email with a smiley face, because I like smiley faces.

 
      
 
When that was taken care of, I switched outfits. I stepped out of my sweats and tee shirt and into something decidedly more slutty. Interestingly, the slutty outfit was something I had borrowed from my sister and never worn.

 
      
 
Anyway, I was now showing more cleavage and shoulder and back, and when I was certain I looked like a skank whore, I grabbed my freshly packed box of blood and my car keys and headed out.

 
      
 
No Wal-Mart run his time.

 
      
 
At the front desk, I dropped off my package and filled in the front desk clerk—whose eyes had bugged out of his head and onto my boobs—to expect UPS tomorrow morning. He nodded distractedly. I wonder what he was distracted about? I made him repeat what I said twice before I headed out.

 
      
 
It was kind of fun being slutty. I think every woman should dress like a slut once in a while. It was very liberating.

 
      
 
Now, acting like a slut was something else entirely.

 
      
 
Maybe that would be liberating, too.

 
      
 
Giggling, I gunned my minivan and headed off to Colton. I had a stripper job to apply for, after all.

 
      
 
Chapter Forty-nine

 
      
 
I parked in the far corner of the dirt parking lot, near where a van was currently a-rocking. I considered a-knocking, just because I hate being told what to do, but ultimately I decided against it, since I really didn’t want to know what was going on in there.

 
      
 
And besides, I had a job interview.

 
      
 
Of sorts.

 
      
 
Feeling ridiculous and self-conscious, I strode across the parking lot and up to the front entrance. I didn’t see Danny’s car, which was a damn good thing.

 
      
 
The bouncer was big and black and scary as hell, even to me. Suddenly insanely self-conscious, I reminded myself that my body still looked like a twenty-eight-year old.

 
      
 
“Excuse me,” I said.

 
      
 
“Yeah?” He barely looked at me.

 
      
 
“I hear you’re hiring.”

 
      
 
He jerked a thumb behind him, toward the inside of the club. “Talk to Rick.”

 
      
 
I winked and stepped past him and as I did so, his hand dropped down and grabbed my ass. I convulsed slightly and continued on into the dark club. I entered a small hallway, with an opening at the far end. I passed through the opening and was met by thumping music, losers, and boobs. To my left was the raised stage, which was brightly lit with hundreds of little white light bulbs. The stage was made of dark wood and was heavily scuffed. A single brass pole rose up from the center of the stage, and a single white stripper was currently cavorting around said brass pole. At the moment, just her breasts were out. Her breasts were nothing to write home about, if you ask me. They were fake and probably three or four years past their expiration date.
Don’t be catty.
Glitter sparkled between her breasts and over the upper half of her chest. I wondered if any of the men cared about the sparkles. I wondered if any of the men even saw the sparkles.

 
      
 
The place was only half full. Men in varying degrees of drunkenness and physical deterioration sat around the raised stage. Most were drinking beer. Some were drinking shots of the hard stuff. All were staring at the woman with her glittering breasts.

 
      
 
I stood where I was and took in the scene. So why did Danny keep coming here? So what’s the draw? Glittering fake breasts?

 
      
 
Maybe. Men have fought for far less.

 
      
 
I continued scanning, realizing I was going to need another hot shower tonight. Smoke filled the air, even though it was illegal to smoke in such establishments. I continued scanning. No one acknowledged me. No one cared that I was standing there at the entrance. A man to my left was currently getting what I assumed was a lap dance, although it looked like a lot of hard grinding. We called that dry humping in my day.

 
      
 
My stomach turned.

 
      
 
Other strippers were making their rounds, running their hands over customer’s shoulders and through their hair, offering them some sort of service or another. The men smiled and politely deferred. Many wanted to touch the women, and seemed to forcibly control themselves. Touching the women, I was certain, was highly illegal in such an environment. And, of course, this strip joint was a model in adhering to local laws.
Minus the smoking and the dry humping.
One man actually took a stripper up on her offer, and she promptly led him by the hand into a back room. Another very large man stood outside the door to this room. I shuddered to think what was going on in that back room.

 
      
 
Oh, don’t be such a prude,
I thought.
It’s just sex and lots of it.

 
      
 
I went over to the bar. A Hispanic bartender was talking to a customer with a thick neck. The bartender didn’t look at me. I finally got his attention and told him I wanted to speak to Rick.

 
      
 
The bartender motioned with his jaw, and the customer with the thick neck apparently wasn’t a customer at all. The man turned slowly and looked at me. “
Waddya
want?”

 
      
 
“Are you Rick?”

 
      
 
“Sure.”

 
      
 
“I’m looking for a job.”

 
      
 
Rick looked me over and somehow held back his excitement. “We ain’t hiring, sorry, toots.”

 
      
 
Toots? Feeling oddly rejected, I took a gamble. “Danny told me to talk to you about a job.”

 
      
 
“Danny, huh?”

 
      
 
“Yeah.”

 
      
 
Rick took in a lot of air, which somehow made his thick neck swell out even more. He studied me some more, lingering on my chest. I took in some air and puffed it out a little. Finally, he said, “Come back tonight at eleven when Danny gets here. Then we can all talk to him. But the last I heard, we ain’t hiring.”

 
      
 
I took another shot in the dark. “But Danny said he was the owner and what he says goes.”

 
      
 
“Look, whatever. Come back tonight and we can all have a
pow
wow.” His gaze lingered on me some more. “Let’s see your tits and see what we’re working with.”

 
      
 
I sucked in some air despite myself. I’ve been undercover before, but not like this. “You can see them tonight, with Danny.”

 
      
 
He shrugged and said, “Whatever,” and turned back to the bartender, and as I left, I realized that any feelings I had had for Danny, any lingering connection to the man that I had felt, had completely dried up and disappeared in that moment.

 
      
 
Chapter Fifty

 
      
 
I was sitting at a Denny’s in the city of Corona, drinking a glass of iced water. There was a hot cup of black coffee sitting in front of me, too, but I didn’t touch the black coffee. The coffee was there for show, and just to be ordering something.

 
      
 
I idly wondered how many vampires hung out at Denny’s. Maybe none. Maybe most vampires were out running through graveyards or having blood orgies, or whatever the hell else real vampires do.

 
      
 
The waitress came by and glanced at my full cup of coffee and asked if I needed anything else. I smiled and said no. She smiled and dropped off the check and left. I smiled just for the hell of it.

 
      
 
I had a notebook in front of me, open to a blank page. I was loosely holding a pen near the top of the blank page. As I sat there, I remembered the grounding steps from last time, and performed them now. In my mind’s eye, I saw myself securely tethered to the earth with glowing silver cords. Then I took in some air and held it for a few minutes and then let it out slowly.

 
      
 
A now familiar tingling appeared in my arm. The pen jerked in my hands. It jerked again, and now the tip was moving, writing. Three words appeared.

 
      
 
Good evening, Samantha.

 
      
 
I stared at them, knowing I should probably be freaked out, but I wasn’t. Whatever the hell was going on, I didn’t know, but I was game to go along for the ride.

 
      
 
I spoke by subvocalizing the words, that is, speaking them with barely a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear, and hopefully loud enough for my new friend to hear. But, of course, not so loud that I would get thrown out of Denny’s.